Chapter 51: A Desperate Surrender

The massive impact and sound made the warriors several kilometers away look over curiously a few times.

Nearby residents hiding in their homes were startled by the loud noise.

Little children were frightened to tears, and their families quickly comforted them, praying for the crisis to pass quickly.

At the center of the explosion, in a not-so-deep crater.

Inside, Yang An and Han Chen lay miserably.

Han Chen’s entire body was covered in wounds from the blades.

The face-sized throwing blade had fallen beside him, and without source energy to sustain it, it slowly cracked into four smaller, palm-sized blades.

Compared to Han Chen, Yang An’s condition was even worse.

The white bone in his arm was visible, blood was gushing from his neck, and he was only exhaling from his nose, no longer inhaling.

Yang An was not far from death.

Lying on the ground, he stared at the dark night sky with his swollen eyes, his thoughts unknown.

In his more than one hundred years of life, he had been luckier than ninety-nine point nine-nine percent of people.

But he was just that greedy, never satisfied, always wanting more, and in the end, it cost him his life.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Han Chen spoke with difficulty, “Don’t… kill me, I know some… cough cough…”

Han Chen had already given up resisting.

How could he resist?

Two of them couldn’t even beat one of her, and now all three of them were closing in.

Even if he threw his life away, it would be impossible.

Surrendering was the best choice.

At least, it was for Han Chen.

The feeling of massive blood loss was not good.

It was cold, dizzying, and his heart was racing.

No matter how deeply he breathed, the air felt deprived of oxygen.

The fear of death instantly shattered his already weak psychological defense.

He was a Second Form awakened one.

How many Second Form individuals were there in the world?

Perhaps only a few thousand.

Even if he was weak, he was still a Second Form awakened one.

This meant he had value to be used.

The so-called Black God, to him, was just a matter of mutual exploitation.

As a human, he had only barely overcome his innate disgust for foreign invaders in the face of the temptation of eternal life.

If his future days were to be spent in constant battle with the Dark Abominations, as long as he could preserve his life, it was something he could endure.

Not to mention his inherently superior combat strength, as a Protector, he also possessed enough information about the Black Fall Cult, including its high-level secrets.

He even knew a thing or two about other cults.

He could tell them everything.

Han Chen looked at the three approaching people and continued in a panic, “I… I know some of the cult’s secrets… I can fight on the front lines… Just don’t kill me…”

Fang Han looked at Han Chen on the ground, who was trembling either from fear of death or from the cold of blood loss, and quipped, “Looks like the guys from the Investigation Bureau won’t even have to do anything. He’ll entertain them all by himself.”

Saying that, he stepped forward, looked down, and said, “I’m right, aren’t I? If you want to live a few more days.”

Han Chen’s lips trembled as he said, “Yes… yes…”

The three of them took Han Chen and headed towards the Xilin Garden battle command center.

They didn’t need to check the situation inside.

After all, that guy named Su Chen was there.

If even he couldn’t solve it, the three of them going over would just be courting death.

Fang Han carried Han Chen on his back with a bitter, pained expression, grumbling in frustration, “Why do I have to carry him!”

A big man carrying another big man was quite awkward, and the guy was covered in blood, staining Fang Han’s clothes.

Shi Yidie smiled, “You barely used any energy in the whole fight. Earth Bear and I are very tired. Ala~, really tired, little brother Fang Han!”

Liu Zhuang just shrugged his shoulders, showing no other reaction.

Hearing this, Fang Han, though knowing the reason, was still very unhappy about being called “little brother.”

After all, he was a big brother.

“I’m not a little brother! You old lady!”

Shi Yidie was walking in front, leisurely enjoying the evening breeze.

But after hearing the words from Fang Han’s mouth, she turned her head with a smile and looked at him, smiling as she said, “What did you just say? I don’t think I heard you clearly.”

Fang Han saw that terrifying smile and immediately chickened out, saying, “Uh… I just said the weather today is really cool and refreshing.”

Shi Yidie smiled and said, “Is that so? But it doesn’t seem like it.”

Fang Han forced a smile, “Ah, you probably misheard!”

“You’d better hope so~”

Shi Yidie didn’t pursue the matter further.

She turned back, smiling as she faced the evening breeze.

But in her heart, she had already decided that if this kid Fang Han dared to call her old again, she would shave his head.

Fang Han shivered.

You could talk to this woman about anything, but as soon as the topic of age came up, nothing worked.

Seriously, she was almost thirty, so why did she love to act like she was seventeen or eighteen?

She was old enough to be called a sister by the mother of a teenage girl.

Helpless because his strength was inferior to hers, Fang Han could only mutter under his breath.

He looked back at Han Chen on his back and grew more and more annoyed the more he thought about it.

Even this kind of trash was a Second Form awakened one, so why hadn’t he, Fang Han, reached the Second Form yet?

But Fang Han was just complaining a bit.

He wasn’t too resentful, as he was still young, only twenty-four.

He would definitely advance to the Second Form before he turned thirty; it was just a matter of time.

He had come here this time to gain some experience.

A warrior who advanced to the Second Form before the age of thirty had great potential, and might even have a chance to advance to the Third Form.

But that was just a theoretical possibility.

The super-platinum generation from ten years ago, including dozens of peak Second Form geniuses like Su Chen, were all seeded candidates for advancing to the Third Form.

Third Form warriors were even rarer than Second Form ones.

According to public data, there were only ten in all of Huaya’s seven major war zones combined.

Including those from other countries, there were probably only forty to fifty in total.

Although it was known that there were many undisclosed ones, even if a hundred people had reached the Third Form, the number was still pitifully small.

Among nearly ten billion humans, there were only a hundred or so, which meant only one in a hundred million could become a Third Form.

A one-in-a-hundred-million probability.

Of course, if you narrowed the group down to active source energy warriors, the probability became one in a hundred thousand.

But recently, the number of Third Form warriors had begun to increase slowly.

By the time that day arrived, there should be a considerable number.

Fang Han shook his head, looked at the brightly lit camp ahead, and let out a slight sigh of relief, “Finally, I don’t have to carry this guy anymore.”